I sit alone on a plain field in Abuja. I am thirty years old. I am wearing a layer of dust. I have only two small lips painted red in a pout on the yellow lining of my stomach. The upper lip had an indentation on it. A newspaper dated 1988 is left in an … Continue reading It is Like Deja Vu.
You are still young in a tattered blue plain yard shirt and blue trousers. Your eyes are wearing Shea butter making you blind to the world. You have eczema scattered round your brown dry peeling face. You are sitting by your spot on the road looking at young shall grow park at Maza- Maza. Your … Continue reading The Blind Mallam
The skies rumbled with thunder. The clouds hung heavy. Rahila was in the small shed outside her husband’s L structure house. It was three rooms arranged in L structure and perched on rocks in front of the flowing river Zaure, a tributary of river Kaduna. She was cooking tuwo. The black pot hissed and overflowed. … Continue reading The Angry Sky
The book was first published in July 2013 by SPM publications in Great Britain. Obemata is a Nigerian Lawyer, a poet and an activist. He belonged to the people exiled from Nigerian. Triptych is an embodiment of the love of a Nigerian for his Country. It is a poetry collection about love, joy and sacrifice. … Continue reading A Review Of Obemata’s ”Triptych of identity,exile and for the homeland.”
Zee was staring at her laptop screen; tears were running down her cheeks. Ali ‘’ are you still there.’’ Zee’’ I was thinking about my life.’’ Ali ‘’ don’t think too much you will become depressed.’’ Zee’’ I asked Faruk about his area of specialization; ‘’He was surprised’ ’he told me Ob gyn’’ He looked … Continue reading ”An Endemic Of Cheating Husbands Part 2”
I was lying sprawled on the floor of my small dark shop. My brown face etched screaming forever with melted lips. An empty bottle of Fanta was lying close to my right hand. The police that arrived at the spot was horrified at the scent of burning flesh and burning carpet. The Policeman took … Continue reading ”Interview with the dead Madam.”
Davido’s ‘’e ma dami duro’’ song unknown to him released a melodious rhythm that broke the veil between the two worlds living side by side in Nigeria. Husy was annoyed when she got the memo on her phone. The verse ‘’aninino’’ had Nino which means open the door. Date 23rd May 2013. Mission code … Continue reading What if Davido’s song broke the veil between the two worlds.
Zee was sitting down on a brown cushion in her living room. She was staring at her face book page on the screen of her two year old HP 630 black laptop. Date April 5th 2013. Her time line looked barren. No update for the past one year. She used to be happy in her … Continue reading An Endemic Of Cheating Husbands – Part 1
Yeni walked to the stream on bare callused feet, her empty calabash on her head. She wore a blue and white wrapper tied round her skinny frame.It covered her bosom and her Knees. She waddled like a duck. She walked by the lush thick forest of cocoa trees . The path was paved by her … Continue reading The Disease That Caused The Child’s Bone To Hurt [Arunromolegungun]
A Jinn called Teslim I had left my friends Esha`s house which was down the road ,seven identical house away from my house. It was a very hot day and I was sweating a lot. I was walking fast, suddenly I stopped .I was in front of the open wild plot of land close to … Continue reading Playful Jinn.[First person P.O.V]
A Jinn called Teslim. You had left your friend Esha`s house and you were walking fast, suddenly you stop. You are standing in front of the open wild plot of land close to your house. You see a black cat with a broken neck lying on the floor of your path; you scream and … Continue reading ”The Playful Jinn”.[part 1]
Writer laid down his pen; Curtain dropped down. He wrote history, Until his ink flowed- Mixed with blood. He toiled for the love Of his Country. Things keep falling Apart, Even in death You live on. The true immortal.
Coming alive each morning mind opens body struggles eyes opens focus on air, you aren’t near hand aches to touch beloved face, a mirage, I miss you, Love is not what the poets say it’s is beautiful, if you are near, I yearn for happy ending. No Loneliness Like Mine I sit alone hoping, … Continue reading Happy Ending, No Loneliness Like Mine,Temptation,Folded Soul.
My name is Kat, not black Kat or wicked Kat. I am blessed with black silky fur that shines the brown of roof shingle when the sun is out in the sky. I have emerald eyes that glow in the night. They are beautiful .I see them in my reflection in clear water during the … Continue reading Life Of Kat.
This story is about a woman discovering that her happiness is relative. Mama Tinu went to Garki Market; it was the first December after the fuel subsidy had been removed. The Sun is a 10,000 watts bulb up in the sky. She felt the warmth soaking her up. She felt relieve that she did … Continue reading The World Lost It’s Colour.